kara-yan

[kara-yan]

[kara-yan]

Hey guys.

So, funny story… (though it’s a bit more tragic than funny)

I realized today that I kind of lost complete access to this account? I can’t access the email (because I stupidly put it in wrong), and my password’s not working. The only way I can post is through Tumblr Mobile on my iPod, which is really old and I fear for it’s life every day.

I guess this is it then. It’s been fun, and I love you creampuffs so very much. I’ve been here for 3 years and this might be a sign for me to finally bow out :(

If you ever want to talk, I’m sherlick on tumblr and shurleloo on twitter. I wish you cuties all the best!

Your nostalgic lil’ idiot, - Shirley

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29, 30, 37

OOC; Answered by me, about Kara.

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg: The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Kara’s great in crises like these! She wouldn’t be fazed at all.

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Oh man, I don’t think she takes that stuff well. If she wasn’t fuelled by the fire of revenge when her dad died, she probably would have completely fallen apart.

Nowadays, she tries to bottle up her feelings and avoid the problem, oops.

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

She’ll definitely pride herself on being more analytical. With her lifestyle, it’s better to be that way. But if we really came down to it, she’s a lot more of an emotional decision-maker than she cares to admit (eg: going back to save Kai, going back to save Kai’s friends, that whole “revenge” scheme for her father, etc.).

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7, 8, 11, 19, 38

OOC; I’m going to answer these as myself, about Kara, since it’d be awkward if she were talking about herself like this.

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

She rarely gets any free time in the first place, and when she does, she’d be really against “wasting” it. Time something that you can’t get back once it’s spent. I think Kara would be one of those “work hard, play hard” people.

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Sci-fi TV marathons, a little bit of alcohol, and great sex ;)

11: Intellectual pursuits?

Learn more languages - that’s definitely an asset in her profession.

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Oh wow, we’re getting deep here! I think since she has so much going on in her life that she can’t help but think about it before going to sleep? Sometimes when it’s stressing her out too much she might just get up and keep working.

She tries not to self-reflect too much though. That takes her to some bad places.

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Exercise, food, sleep… when there’s no time for any of that, caffeine. She’ll generally stay away from drugs, but there was a time in her life when she’d definitely reach for the Ritalin or Adderall.

Thanks for asking!

[kara-yan]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Character Sheet

Ask a question, any question!

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[kara-yan]

mayor-seth-holland:

Merry Christmas! I’m quite flattered. After over 30 emails of you begging me to give you my christmas card and trying to seduce me to be the president of my fan club I’ve decided to make your christmas dream come true. So here is my sexthy christmas card and well, you would have to kill the current president for her position.

The con artist sighs, exhaustion pulling heavily at every inch of her body. She works at her computer, her left hand trying to massage the pain out of her temples.

The email icon on her desktop blinks. Her weary eyes skim over the name of the sender, barely registering what the letters mean. She opens it, reads it, and closes it instantly.

Kara sighs again. She gets up and pours herself a large glass of red wine. It’s going to be a long night.

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The darkness hit her like a slap in the face.

Honestly, she hadn’t given Krys enough credit. She really should have seen this coming. Looks like Krystal’s acting skills had improved a teensy tiny bit since they last time they’ve been put to use.

To Kara’s surprise, she wasn’t the least bit angry. Instead, she's flooded with relief, as well as a feeling veering sharply towards impressed. She laughed. Can’t say this hacker didn’t learn anything from their adventures together…

But she should know better by now than to use Kara’s own tricks against her.

The con artist blinked, eyes adjusting to the lack of light. She felt Krystal rush past her, entering the room in the back.

Bedroom? Probably. But why there? Surely they have knives in the kitchen…

…Unless there’s something better in the bedroom. A firearm and a way out? That sounds just about right.

Kara took off after Krystal. The bedroom was dimly lit by a thin stream of daylight coming in through the curtains. She could see the silhouette of Krys retrieving a gun from the nightstand.

She raced Krystal to the window. There was no way Kara was going to let her escape. She couldn’t fail her assignment. The Yakuza doesn’t take failure all too well…

And darling, you can’t outrun someone who’s been running her entire life.

The window sill soon became her seat. Kara crossed her legs, blocking Krys’ route out. She drew her own pistol from its holster.

“You get an A for effort, but sorry, no dice.”

A Slice of Life (or death) || Krystal & Kara

Krystal crossed her arms as well, slightly offended. Was Kara really going to critique her on how she handled a death threat? Especially when it was Kara herself who administering said death threat? She scowled.

"Really? You’re going to have the nerve to be the angry one here? Newsflash, if anyone gets to be annoyed, it’s me. Ya know, the girl about to get murdered by her—”

She wasn’t sure what word went there anymore.

Taking another breath, she squared her shoulders and met Kara’s eyes defiantly. The old Krystal wasn’t totally gone just yet. She backed up toward the door again, slowly. If she could put the lights out, she’d buy herself some time.

"I didn’t say I wouldn’t fight you. I’m not completely hopeless. But are you telling me it’s gonna matter? "

She couldn’t decide which way to go. There were knives in the kitchen, but a gun in the bedroom. A gun and a window. All would help. But still…

"Face it, Princess. The Krystal you knew and loved? Well, she knew and loved you. I know how this ends." Here went nothing.

Suddenly, she grinned. “But not for lack of trying!”

She slapped the switch, immersing the room in darkness and ran towards the con artist, aiming past her shoulder for the bedroom door.

Knew her or not, loved her or not. She wasn’t going down without a fight.

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I’d better get on with it?

Kara’s brow furrowed almost instantly, a sharp shot of annoyance running through her. Her hands curled into fists at her side; she had to strain to relax them.

Well this was definitely not what she had been expecting. Krystal’s newfound death wish was not making her job any easier.

“What the hell are you doing? When an assassin comes to kill you, you don’t just bend over and ask her to hurry it up. You run. You fight back. Or, if you’re confident, you try to talk her out of it.”

And Krystal was confident. That’s what attracted Kara to her in the first place. The spunk, the sass, the “I’m not taking any of your shit” attitude.

“What happened to you? The Krystal that I knew and loved would have fled the moment she saw me because she’s got a decent sense of self preservation.”

A Slice of Life (or death) || Krystal & Kara

Krystal took an involuntary step back, away from the con artist(/assassin? shit, she didn’t know anymore). Dammit, Jer! She told him! Over and over again, she had told him to be careful where he hacked. She could’ve guessed that this would happen.

…Actually, no. She couldn’t have, because Kara Yan was standing in front of her, and holy hell, that “somebody must die” look was pretty convincing. Guess you’ve really made it when Kara Yan comes to take your head. 

Slowly, Krystal walked to the door, and closed it behind Kara. She locked the top and bottom. There was no way she was letting Jericho walk in on…whatever this was about to be. A quick thought flashed across her mind, of the last time she’d locked a door in Kara’s presence. Choppy scenes of clothes hitting the floor, her hands curled around the bedframe…

But this was not one of those times. Something was different. They were different. She turned around to face Kara. 

"Then I guess you’d better get on with it." 

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Kara let herself in, walking past Krystal and setting the pizza down on the counter. She turned around, expression unreadable.

"Your little hacktivist team seems to be very good at pissing people off. My boss has sent me to make sure it never happens again."

What she implied was apparent. There's no way she could just let them off with a slap to the wrist and a warning.

A Slice of Life (or death) || Krystal & Kara

Krys looked up at her voice, freezing again. She knew that voice. Looking up slowly, she took in the sight in front of her. Kara Yan. She hadn’t seen her for months, hadn’t given her a thought. …That was a lie. She’d thought about her often. 

"…Kara? What the hell are you doing here?"

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Kara kept her voice low, mumbly, different. The pizza delivery hat hid her face, a perfect accent rolling from her tongue.

“Twelve quid fifty. And a nice tip would be great—this place was pure hell to find. Someone tried to mug me on the street.”

That was sugar-coating it a bit. Seeing as Kara had on the complete pizza delivery uniform as well as the pizza and address in her hands, the original delivery girl could not have had a worse day. This encounter would take some explaining to her boss…

The con artist was doing well. Despite the odds, she actually found Brimstone. That should be an accomplishment in itself.

But it was when Krystal lifted her head that the anxiety finally kicked in. Seeing her face up close after so long… well, Kara hadn’t prepared herself enough for this.

In which universe is this a good idea? How are you going to kill this woman, Kara? You can barely stand her being beaten up by other people!

Dammit. Fine, one step at a time. You can do this. You always come up with something.

Kara smiled as their eyes met, and god was it painful. Her accent slips away.

“Did you miss me, Firefox?”

A Slice of Life (or death) || Krystal & Kara

"What do you mean ‘when I get there’?!".

Krystal paced around the run-down apartment, checking and double checking she had packed everything she needed. In one hand she pressed a chipped and worn cell phone to her ear. 

"Jer, what part of ‘we need to leave town in the morning’ did you not get?!"

"Relax, Krystal! I’m just getting some last minute supplies and I’ll be back really soon. Just hang tight." 

Krys scowled(though her best friend couldn’t see it) and resumed her stressed pace around their living room.

"Hang tight?! Are you nuts? We need to—"

Then, the doorbell rang. 

Krys froze, eyes wide. Who the hell was that? She wasn’t expecting anyone. Hell, she didn’t know anyone. Quietly, she made her way to the door, peeked through the peephole and…

"Jericho. Did you seriously order a pizza?"

The line was silent for a moment. “…I thought it’d be good for the road.”

Krys rolled her eyes, grabbed her wallet, and started unlocking the door.

"I swear to God Jer, if your stupidity doesn’t get us killed, your appetite sure will." With that, she hung up. She mumbled, irritated. "Sell me out for a pizza…"

She didn’t pay much attention to the pizza dude. Instead, she kept her eyes down, counting out bills. 

"How much do I owe you?"

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[[TRANSMISSION BETWEEN A. TSUKINO AND K. YAN]]

Tsukino: Warmer…

Tsukino: Warmer…

Tsukino: Warmer…

Tsukino: Cold! Cold again!

Yan: Are we seriously doing this? I’m running out of ways to look inconspicuous while slowly wandering around the same expanse of street.

Tsukino: Maybe if you walked a bit slower the bandwidth detector will give us a more accurate reading.

Yan: Hey “Mr. Moon”, I’ve been here for at least an hour. The readings aren’t getting more accurate than this. We’re just not in the right place.

Tsukino: Do you have any better ideas? I’d love to hear them.

Yan: …I really don’t like you.

Tsukino: Yeah yeah—Without me, you’re not getting paid.

Yan: [sighs deeply] So… am I getting any warmer?

Tsukino: Not really; you seem to be confusing the signal. Walk more slowly.

Yan: Fine.

Tsukino: Cold… Cold… Turn around and go in the other direction…

Tsukino: Cold… Less cold… Temperate…

Tsukino: WAIT! STOP WALKING!

Yan: GODDAMMIT, DON’T YELL!

Tsukino: Brimstone’s cell activity just spiked! “Jericho” is making a call!

Yan: So you can trace them?

Tsukino: OF COURSE I can trace them! Who do you think I am?

Tsukino: “Jericho” might be in motion; I can’t get an exact location from him. His contact, however… [pauses] …is just 1.4 km away from you! Northwest, follow the traffic! RUN!

Yan: Which one of these buildings is it?

Tsukino: …Take a guess?

Yan: YOU DON’T KNOW?

Tsukino: The trace on the call only gave me a 300 meter radius on the area it originated from. I am sure they took precautions to prevent people like us from—

Yan: Shhh! Quiet! I think I smell… Is that… macaroni and cheese pizza?

Tsukino: Is that significant?

Yan: [pauses] …Very. I think I know where to find her.

Tsukino: “Her”?

Yan: The contact. I’ll call you when I’m done.

Tsukino: Wait, how do you know—

[[K. YAN HAS ENDED THE TRANSMISSION]]

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Cappuccino

Cappuccino: Describe your ideal wedding

Noncommittal and nonexistent!

Send me a cup of coffee.

[kara-yan]

macchiato

Macchiato: Name two things you think go well together and why

Alcohol + the rich and famous.

Of course, it usually doesn't go well for them... but it does go pretty well for the girl with HQ hidden camera in her purse.

It sweetens the pot even more if they work for the government.

Send me a cup of coffee.

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Flat white!

Flat White: Confess the most recent crime you committed

Well… I stole some airbags from a couple of luxury vehicles earlier today. Odd, I know, but they’re worth a pretty penny on the black market. I needed the fast cash.

And don’t worry, those cars need to go through inspection before being sold anyways. They’ll be replaced with no harm done to any potential driver.

Send me a cup of coffee.

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Send me a cup of coffee.

Espresso: Describe your usual morning routine.

Decaf: Impersonate one of your friends.

Macchiato: Name two things you think go well together and why.

Latte: List three aspects of your personality that you love.

Flat White: Confess the most recent crime you committed.

Iced: Make the weirdest face you can.

Cappuccino: Describe your ideal wedding.

Drip: Post a photo of a stuffed animal you own.

Mocha: Name one of your guilty pleasures.

Doppio: List two of your dream travel locations and why.

Black: Recall the worst insult you've ever received.

Americano: Post a photo of your favorite outfit.

Kopi: Describe an incident when you tried something new.

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OOC;

I accidentally stumbled upon this gif of Minah from k-pop group Girl's Day. Is it just me who sees the Kara resemblance? That smoulder could kill a man.